harsh against her satin skin
the bricks stand high, just her within
dark and lonely every day
safe against hurt she shall stay

slowly though the wall did break
but still she thought he was a fake
tested, asked him lots to know
honest answers suprised her so

then as the bricks began to fall
she spoke with him, one telephone call
the voice brought home inside her head
her need to serve and to be led

down the path to total gift
through the rubble He will sift
to find her and then to grasp
her wholly, completely as she does gasp

for breath and thanks that He did come
and take her from that virtual tomb
back to life, its thrills and laughs
some smooth some rocky, different paths

sweet violet, the fiery dragon
tamed and sated by just One
the One who wrote her silly prose
why? who cares? god only knows

as to the future we do peek
I do so like her terrible cheek
opportunities for Him to spank
violet kneeling she offers thanks

Master she says, thank you so
it means much more than you do know
no violet that is not the case
now stand and show your smiley face